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Bad morning
There's nothing quite like watching a small animal die to ruin your morning...
Driving to work, like any other Monday morning. I noticed a few hundred yards ahead a little black shape trying to dart across Ives Dairy road. Jumping, swerving, zig-zagging. And most of the cars stopped or swerved away from it too.
Most.
Poor goddamn thing almost made it. Eight lanes of traffic, and he crossed seven successfully.
It was a little black kitten. He stopped suddenly in front of an SUV (#include "Fucking_SUV_drivers_rant.h") only two or three cars ahead of me - traffic was light, so it was about 50-100 feet. I instinctively reacted and swerved around him, but once I was close, I saw that he was still moving. I almost kept going, but I knew that I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if I didn't do something. So I turned around and went back. I don't know if he got hit again, but he had stopped moving by the time I got back, only a few moments later. I bundled him up into my towel anyway, put him in the passenger seat and took him to our regular vet. I figured that if nothing else, they could put him down humanely.
He was gone by the time I got there. I offered to pay for the disposal, but the vet told me not to worry about it. They're expensive, but they're good people.
Luckily, L works around the corner, so I was able to stop by and tell her what happened and get a very much needed hug.
I'm really looking forward to getting home tonight, laying down on the couch, and getting mugged by some kitties....
Driving to work, like any other Monday morning. I noticed a few hundred yards ahead a little black shape trying to dart across Ives Dairy road. Jumping, swerving, zig-zagging. And most of the cars stopped or swerved away from it too.
Most.
Poor goddamn thing almost made it. Eight lanes of traffic, and he crossed seven successfully.
It was a little black kitten. He stopped suddenly in front of an SUV (#include "Fucking_SUV_drivers_rant.h") only two or three cars ahead of me - traffic was light, so it was about 50-100 feet. I instinctively reacted and swerved around him, but once I was close, I saw that he was still moving. I almost kept going, but I knew that I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if I didn't do something. So I turned around and went back. I don't know if he got hit again, but he had stopped moving by the time I got back, only a few moments later. I bundled him up into my towel anyway, put him in the passenger seat and took him to our regular vet. I figured that if nothing else, they could put him down humanely.
He was gone by the time I got there. I offered to pay for the disposal, but the vet told me not to worry about it. They're expensive, but they're good people.
Luckily, L works around the corner, so I was able to stop by and tell her what happened and get a very much needed hug.
I'm really looking forward to getting home tonight, laying down on the couch, and getting mugged by some kitties....